Redbird sails between wind-ploughed
clouds, trailing sparks through
His watchful eye droops on a single
reflects humming mountains
a small boy adrift on a river of moonlight.
He sees me, Redbird
winks his one blue eye
solemn as a sphinx
sailing past on crimson wings
gliding a green current
swift as the shiver of birch trees.
He tosses a mottled feather
in my open mouth–
not a promise, an
from the riotous watermelon horizon.